Behind her eyes

I hate it when she goes too wild when making up her mind –

Doesn’t it trigger you when she takes hours in the bathroom making the mirror question its beauty because hers isn’t even a question? Doesn’t it bother you that she picks the highest heals when the whole world says she’s down to earth? Doesn’t it bother you that every kiss your share dents her beauty and leaves a mark of her walls? Couldn’t she be bothered that angels fell over her palace?

Gazing at the stars she keeps behind her eyes, I visualise every innocent angel when she pours out her heart, two fingers on the rocks comforts the both of us. I hate how easy it is to love her, hate how everything around me seems to become blurred out, could my love overwhelm your castle my love?

How dare society say I’m the piece to complete her!